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Proofed by . Made prettier by use of EBook Design Group Stylesheet. The Warlock Insane by Christopher Stasheff Chapter One "Yeah, but you don't have to shovel it!" "Oh, come, husband." Gwen tightened her grip on his arm, mouth pursed in amusement. " Tis beautiful by moonlight, naetheless. And thou hast no need to clear it by main force, in any event." Rod smiled, watching the kids frolic up ahead, carefully avoiding the well-cleared road and slogging through the snowbanks, where they could get nice and wet. Geoffrey had started a snowball fight, and Magnus was retaliating with enthusiasm. "Gregory's trying, anyway." "He is merely distracted by watching the snowballs' trajectories, Rod, sounded through the earphone implanted in his mastoid process. "He is a son to be proud of." "Yes. He certainly is, FessтАФhe certainly is." Rod smiled down into Gwen's eyes, and she radiated back up at him. "They all areтАФeach in his own way." He looked up with a sparkle of mischief in his eye. "Or hers." Cordelia was standing by, watching her brothers with her nose in the air, pretending to be above such thingsтАФ while she packed a snowball behind her back, waiting for a clear target. The moonlight was lovely, throwing the shadow of the castle's turrets before them, glinting off the piled snow to either side of the hilly road, and frosting the village below. Not that Rod could admit that, when he was in the middle of a perfectly good banter with his wife. "But as to the shovelingтАФyou're the one who's always saying we shouldn't use magic for daily tasks." "Indeed we should not," Gwen said with prim rectitude. "Yet thou hast stalwart lads for the task, and thy lassтАж" "Swings a mean broom, yeah. Okay, you winтАФI have to admit I like it. Of course, I'm still suffused with the glow, of Twelfth Night. Tuan and Catharine throw a great party!" |
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